Lloyd Banks - Gilmore's Lyrics
Yea, WhooooooooooooooooooYou Niggas Know What Time It IsIts Time For That Gangsta Shit[chorus]We Aint Got Shit To Live ForYour Either Headed For The Pen Or Your On Your Way To GilmoreIn The Middle Of The Real WarCause A Five Dollar Bill Is The Shit Niggas Kill ForI Make Million Out YeahI Dont Care About A Muthaphuka Out ThereMy Heart Cold And My Wrist RockYou Could ***** Around And Die Over Hip Hop[verse 1]I Treat A Dollar Like A Mill, Countin Every BillCuz If I Dont Watch Mine Another Muthaphuka WillI Went Double But I Still Tuck The SteelIm The Truth, Why The ***** You Think 50 Cut The DealRollin In A Bag Of D When You Cut The SealWhen I Bling The Paint Job On A Coupe De VilleI Aint Never Had A Pop. Poppa Never Had A SonNobody To Go Get, So I Aint Never RunThey Chat Behind My Back But They Quiet When I ComeThey Treat A Lil Nigga Like A Giant With A GunI Walk With A Swagger Like I Always Had MoneyCuz I Know, They Rather See My Black Ass BummyAint Nuthin Funny Just A Whole Lotta AngerMind Of A Leader, Drama Of A GangbangerIf A Nigga Come On Property I Aint Gonna CallThere'll Be A Splatter On Ya Shirt, And It Aint Paintball[chorus]We Aint Got Shit To Live ForYour Either Headed For The Pen Or Your On Your Way To GilmoreIn The Middle Of The Real WarCause A Five Dollar Bill Is The Shit Niggas Kill ForI Make Million Out YeahI Dont Care About A Muthaphuka Out ThereMy Heart Cold And My Wrist RockYou Could ***** Around And Die Over Hip Hop[verse 2]I Dont Follow No Rules Im Gettin In Here With The TownAnd If I Dont, We Gonn' Burn This Muthaphuka DownIm Comin Thru Swingin Like They Do In H-townAnd I Roll Down The Window And Spin Ya ***** Face AroundIm A Stunna, Hoggin Up The Lane Like The HummerTill The Wheel Run Dry Like The Rain In The SummerEven The Broke Nigga Cant Afford To Go To Sleep***** Around And Get Ya Head Popped All Over The StreetAnd I Aint Got Nuthin For Em But The HeatMy Lil Brother Want Jewelry And Jordans On His FeetNow, They Recognize If Ya Slaughterin The BeatAnd If It Wasnt For Rappin, I'd Have Ya Daughter On The StreetI Been The Same Since Kane And Slick Rick Had ItNow Niggas Die In The Car, My Whole Whip Had ItI Worked Too Hard To Let A Nigga Have ItSo I Pack The Automatic For The Sideline Static, Yea![chorus]We Aint Got Shit To Live ForYour Either Headed For The Pen Or Your On Your Way To GilmoreIn The Middle Of The Real WarCause A Five Dollar Bill Is The Shit Niggas Kill ForI Make Million Out YeahI Dont Care About A Muthaphuka Out ThereMy Heart Cold And My Wrist RockYou Could ***** Around And Die Over Hip Hop
